#kinda poly pilot program coded?

[thecoddaughter]

Stuck in the center of the air mattress between his ex and his best friend––because in their simplest titles that is what K and Sam are to him––Evan Kemlp's thoughts were the average conflicting mess. The urge to run away. I am danger. I am harm. The urge to stay. This is caring. This is love. Stuck as a human hotdog as the air slowly and eternally hissed out of the mattress. Stuck as Sam and K plant him in the middle aware he would escape any other way.

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The hairs on Sam's arm stood up as she buried her head in Evan's chest. A cuddle pile should be more platonic than whatever the hell this was but they were the three of them, there was no normal for whatever this was... whatever it was was what it was. She wondered if he'd stir at the fact that hot tears were pushing out and onto his shirt. Because deep down she knew why the hairs on her arm were standing up. She felt them––just like she felt every presence and connection she made. Maybe she couldn't see the strings that attached people as clearly as before, but she knew a demon when she felt one. Something... someone was back.